There are clashes

by Ananya S. Guha / August 28th, 2022

There are clashes in a religious festival
Warring gods
Curfew is declared
Have the celebration at home, they say
The streets are dangerous
Homes are a peaceful haven
At home the clashes cannot take place
Outside there is rancour, swords clash
Microphones blare
Gods are angry, men fight not knowing
Who is fighting for what
As usual TV channels are animated
Not knowing who loves whom.

Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong in North East India, where he was born and brought up. He has been writing and publishing his poetry for the last forty years. His poetry has been published in both electronic and print formats such as: Indian Literature, Other Voices, Osprey Journal, Glasgow Review, The Literary Nest, Up The Staircase, Asia Writes, Art Arena, Praxis Online, Muse India, Your One Phone Call, In Between Hangovers, The Peeking Cat Magazine, Post Colonial Text among others. He has also written widely on educational and social matters. He has ten collections of poetry and his poetry has been anthologized in various collections of Indian poetry in English. He holds a doctoral on the novels of William Golding. Read other articles by Ananya S..

This article was posted on Sunday, August 28th, 2022 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.